Chacko Stephen
Bio
Loves to plan. Loves to write.
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Stories (8/0)
Something Wrong (Part III)
“Mich, the 32nd Stratford Avenue is abandoned. No one’s in there. I saw that property in the classifieds last day- to be auctioned.” An abandoned building, a child and a lady-- none of it made any sense anymore. Michelle had to admit it might have been just another prank call, but yet, her intuitions could not receive it. She had to go and assure, no matter whatever in the world awaited her. “Richard, I have to go. What if there indeed is a child? I don’t want to live the rest of my life knowing that I could have saved someone if it wasn’t for,” Michelle halted herself halfway.
By Chacko Stephen3 years ago in Fiction
Something Wrong (Part II)
“Something’s here.” “Can you see what it is, kid? Don’t be scared. We are locating you. We will reach there in no time. Now, tell me what it looks like.” Michelle followed her standard procedure, though she wanted to do something more. It was a little child on the other side, or at least she sounded like one. It could be one of those stupid nightmare calls, but something inside her refused to believe so. “I think it’s a lady, and she is, she is going to kill me.” The kid was breaking down now, and Michelle could not let that happen. No matter what, the child was not supposed to do anything that could turn out wrong-- grave wrong.
By Chacko Stephen3 years ago in Fiction
Something Wrong (Part I)
The dispatch station was the dullest and most constricted space in their entire Collegeville office. The sole source of light was the monitors, whose blue screens were taunting their eyes for whole days; The frequent cases of migraine were only one of the counter effects. The ones with dispatch duty were considered more unfortunate than the ones with the actual investigation melodrama. And being alone in there, it was precisely one of the most magnanimous nightmares of the newbies in the force. And today, it was Michelle’s turn for measuring her tolerance.
By Chacko Stephen3 years ago in Fiction
The Shape of Stars
I was late. Now, there is a slight chance you might think that I am usually early. No, you are wrong. I am always this late. It’s not anybody’s fault, though. It’s just, I am someone who strictly follows four meals a day, and I am not ready to lose that, just for the sake of playing football.
By Chacko Stephen3 years ago in Humans
Blaue Augen
The hectic workday squeezed the last ounce of energy I had in me. The instant I closed my eyes, I dozed off like a dead chap. My wife, Clarissa, was a nurse, and she held the night shift that day. So, I slept with my lovely little daughter, Cassie; since she was afraid to sleep alone. But, this unusual fear did not exist in her until a few days before. Perhaps, it was a horror movie she watched, I assumed. But, I never knew, in the least, that I was letting her sleep with an evil spirit.
By Chacko Stephen3 years ago in Fiction
Andromeda
This year, the winter was freezing for the inhabitants of Bleecker Street. The severe snowfall dumped the white sheets everywhere- rooftops, on and by the streets, vehicles, everything was engulfed by the thick snow. But as hard as the circumstances were, a smile did not fade in their features, because, snow, she was always a beauty. A beauty that made their childhoods remarkable, their memories sweeter, but at times, she also left sorrowful memories.
By Chacko Stephen3 years ago in Fiction
My Reading Journey
Well, as an eighteen-year-old, I don’t possess an endless inventory of books to boast on. But amongst the few that I had the opportunity to experience, a few of them are stories I still hold close to my heart. They encouraged me to read more, to write more, and to be a better version of myself. So let me commence.
By Chacko Stephen3 years ago in Journal
